The real counselor

Sitting in the church with an intoxicated look
 
You stepped in hoping for some kind of relief, from the heartache you’ve been feeling.  
 
You don’t know the words ,but your body moves uncontrollably to the music.

 With no money in your pocket
 
 you feel the need to give what you have.  
 
When it came time for prayer you bowed your head, but didn’t know why you were doing it.  
 
You felt yourself releasing the pain thru your tears.  
 
The pastor stepped & preached, & you finally understood the message.  
 
You figured out that you were loving the wrong person.  
 
(Does he have a room in your heart?)